Day five: Thursday we finally got into a routine.  We got in the car and headed south to JollyHarbour.  They spell it Harbour here because it was settled by England.  The roads here are the real adventure.  Just driving across town is a hair raising adventure.  The roads are mostly very narrow, deep ditches on each side, we drive on the left like in England, there are pot holes every few feet, there are no sidewalks and so everyone has to walk in the streets and I have to doge them, there is no room to park a car so they just park on the street and I have to stop and wait for traffic to pass before I can drive around them, the streets go in every directions, there are only a few street signs, the turn signal on the car is on the wrong side and I keep hitting the windshield wipers each time I want to make a turn and Laura laughs.  Now combine all this happening at the same time and you still can’t begin to understand the high anxiety of drive here.  But I must say, the people here are very friendly and courteous.  They frequently yield right of way as a nice gesture.  Anyway, once we get out of town the traffic is very sparse.  We drive and find a nice area with hotels, shopping, restaurants, and a marina called JOLLYHARBOUR.  We walk around and check the place out.  We find some nice
British people that charter yachts.  Jackie Ashford of Horizon Yacht Charters was very helpful.  I would like to return and charter a boat for a week.  It would be fun and I would like to find another couple to join us on a 40ft boat.  After lunch we headed out again.  This time we drove along the coast and through the mountains and the rain forest.  At one point we came to a slow crawl through a village and we became part of a funeral.  The funeral had two marching bands.  We passed through and went down to another area of hotels, shops, restaurants, and a marina with very large yachts.  We drove on to another place called Nelson’s dock yard and stopped for a visit.  It is know to be a good place for private sailors to stop and visit as the cruise the Caribbean.  On we went because we were running out of time.  Next we went looking for the Donkey place.  The Humane Society saves these wild donkeys.  We turned off a paved road in the middle of the island and headed down a dirt, muddy, huge pot holed, brambles with thorns and what not.  After slow going and a couple of turns where the road got worse we finally found it.  We stopped, petted the donkey and then headed back to the main road.  Along the way, in the middle of no-where there were street lights!   No streetlights in town, no side walks, but here in the middle of farm country they have a well lit country road!  Well we didn’t need the street lights because we got back home before the sun set.  Then it was time for a well deserved run drink! 

Day six: Friday we needed a break from driving.  We decided to relax at the local beach, which happens to be the best beach.  DickensonBay is where most of the tourist come to.  I’ve been to this beach two or three times before.  It is really nice and relaxing.  We set up in the shade of an Australian pine tree and went for a cool dip.  It was breeze with a few light rain showers that passed very quickly.  Laura and I went up and sat at the bar.  For Seats they had individual swings.  It was very nice.  The best part was the rum punch!!  He made if from scratch, no mix.  Wow did it taste good, the best one ever.  Then I had another one.  The three of us then had a nice lunch over looking the beach.  Some British sailors came by for lunch.  They told us they were on leave from their ship for three days.  They had just returned from Antarctica. 

After lunch I was ready for a nap.  Those two drinks really packed a punch!  After a four hour nap I got up and got ready to meet our host for a drink at the local restaurant and bar.  Bill and Ilse met us there for a really friendly and fun time. 

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